Sensation Overload The New World of SwapTech chapter 6 by swapticon

In the bathroom, Leo stared at the mirror like it was an alien encounter.

His—no, her—reflection was stunning. Cheekbones sharp enough to slice fruit, eyelashes like spiders in drag, and lips so pouty they looked Photoshopped. The crop top still didn’t cover much. Neither did the skirt.

He couldn’t stop staring at the boobs. They were heavy, perfect, and alive—rising and falling with every shaky breath.

“Okay,” he whispered, then cupped them. Gently. A jolt went through him. Damn.

The nerves fired differently. Sensations were sharper, warmer, slinkier. His thighs squeezed together without thinking, and he let out a breathy little noise he’d never made before.

“Oh no,” he whispered. “This is… dangerous.”

He pulled out the phone and snapped a selfie, curious. Lola's body pouted effortlessly. He swiped through the camera roll. There were pics. So many pics. Lola on the beach, Lola in the mirror, Lola with a foot arched just so. Some—okay, a lot—were very not safe for work. One video started auto-playing. Lola in bed. Panting. Moaning. A guy’s voice offscreen: “God, you’re so loud.”

Leo's heart thudded. He closed the app—then reopened it two seconds later.

“Research,” he mumbled. “It’s just… research.”

His hand slipped under the waistband of the skirt.

And wow.